A thank you note

A four-leaf clover, a horseshoe charm, rabbit foot, goldfish, rainbows, dream catchers, to avoid misfortune an ugly evil eye and what not one collects. The things that we collect to bring luck, success prosperity and abundance. Deliberately turning our backs to things unseen, untouched. The things one can only feel and live through, with a brain in the right place. It belongs to no one, it works for no one, but the collective. Yet it cannot be called "communism" in this worlds sense. It is a part of you. It is a part of me. Flowing through your blood and mine, and all the veins that blood flows through. Upon the right hour, it raises its head, touches all the heart and goes back slowly to existing silently. To live through, as it has always lived there. To be passed on, as it was always passed on. To raise up once again, as it has through times immemorable. 

This letter does not mention any names on grounds of being unbiased and all-inclusive. It is open to interpretation. There will be several. There must be several. And it does so because there is an unselfish man who has a beautiful heart, there is a god who indulges the beautiful and there are stories from the one who indulges all. There is always the backend who everyone relies on. We also always have the sweetener to our desserts and the curator of our food. We have the man with untapped creative potential and the artists and wannabe artists. We have warm hearts from the coldest regions, dancers who beat professionals. We have music from generations, but a heart filled with passion who beats all. We have immeasurable support and uncountable helping hands. There are the ones who pray for us and the ones who bless us. 

We are one!

We are strong!

Hence, it will be wrong to call names. It will be so unfortunate to put people in boxes of their own qualities and not let their hearts explore the adventure of it all. What terrible boxes those would be! The canvas of life allows one to play so many roles, it paints your hearts and dreams. But its the most beautiful with all the colors. All one can hope is to be the best color at a time, adorn this picture and move on to the next with a different shade. Till one becomes a beautiful painting in itself. 

To all the humble hearts, I thank thee, with one hopefully equally humble. Isn't this wonderful that we move into the icy cold winters with warmth in our hearts?
I know that its all a little poetic!! Am I not allowed to be?